the End

the absurdity of self, other, collective realization has taken me on far different paths beyond all the daze that have been consumed on impressing others pushing pixels in attempt to make sense of the madness, to even, possibly heal something.This blog started as a spiritual healing journey with Age of Aquarius Network AOAN.ORG (which now redirects to a reddit community), blossoming into...

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Little Birds

There is a bird which frequents a stop into my camp site, gentle small and curious.  They hop in through the entrance, gleefully chirping and picking up any scraps to be found from the droppings of cereal that the mice haven't taken for their own.This bird amazed me when it first hopped in and continues to treat me with it's kind curiosities from time to time in my reflections...

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Love is All You Need

When all the words have dropped, spelt, dealt; When all the songs have been sang, sung, done; When all that was, is and has been; All that remains is love. All you need is love. To become, to be as you are was a manifestation of love - for no matter where you are right now, it was an act of love that brought you forth to be at this place, this space, this point in the journey. Love. ...

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O.K.

sorrow, noun 1.  an unspoken intensity of feeling. 2. a spark of transcendence that punctuates the flatlining banality of everyday life. 3. a healthy kind of ache—like the ache in your muscles after hard exercise—that reminds you that your body exists. So, I think most people instinctively think of a spectrum of good or bad emotions, like a spectrum from blue to red. But I think...

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Wake

  This is where I give the introduction, an induction to that inward projection of that eye, outer, inner, that singular I, which allows me to open my doorways of perception to that hue of you which is you cast from the same source of light that is life that breathes life into both of us. In reflection. Someday, when the doors of perception are cleansed and consciousness knows not the boundaries...

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the Complex Life at the Edge of Chaos

Life, the complex conundrum which requires a balance somewhere between holding the fires of self guided passion within and holding them without. To stay warm without being burnt, to warm without burning.  The middle flame in a complex life at the edge of chaos. No doubt, in my search for my longing for love, in discovering it in once again for the first time, shifting the colors of my...

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the Slow Down

I am shifting down after conquering 730 mile hitch-hiking journey, year long forest life, white tantra spirituality shift, break ups with significant others, state, faith, family and a last name change.I too, have also felt, as many of you have, the global and universal pulse of frustrations on so many levels.I too, have spent countless moments wondering what I can do in the wake...

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Sacred Androgyny

Underneath the flesh lies the truth: A cosmic astrological compilation of the unified sacred feminine and sacred masculine trying to match the inner world with the outer world. [ Discover your astrological natal chart and then how much feminine and masculine you hold.] In discovering this balance the rise of feminism, environmentalism and other isms have taken hold to attempt to answer that...

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Discover the Labors of Love

If I am to adorn a badge, title, or position of permanent fixity to the character that is "I", it is my hope that it be 'light', that source which we all illuminate when given life. That life, my light: my own being, touching and being touched by others largely in the unthinkable, unspoken, hushed vast tones that stirs,  mixes,  meshes all gradients of all into an interwoven...

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Fateful Destiny

"Never surrender your hopes and dreams to the fateful limitations others have placed on their own lives. The vision of your true destiny does not reside within the blinkered outlook of the naysayers and the doom prophets. Judge not by their words, but accept advice based on the evidence of actual results. Do not be surprised should you find a complete absence of anything mystical or miraculous...

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The Single Mystery

 "Tantra is a wild mother tiger - if you approach her with right motivation, right intention, and integrity, she'll suckle you at her breast; but if you come to her in a sloppy way, she'll rip apart your body-mind, eat you for dinner, and shit out what's left." - Prem Pranama   I have become ripped apart in my spiritual explorations, scattered like puzzle pieces tossed to and fro...

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There Are No Mistakes - Only Lessons Learned.

What if?  Ever take a spin on the multi-verse imaging what could have been and might be if the path taken was different than the one chosen?  To suppose that perhaps another life was meant, that you were sent to take upon? Perhaps, a longing to be someone else, an admiration of a finger print that never was but might be.. ..rather than what is and has become.When I think about...

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Resurrect the Jesus Christ, the Buddha within

Jesus Christ is a title, more than a name, a single being.  It's meaning is "the anointed one". Within every being is the ability to resurrect themselves to a state of redemption, to take upon the title and become anointed, to walk as the Jesus Christ. The power to do so is not in a creed, a religious structure or box template but beating in your chest, giving rest to that breath,...

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I know my name as it's called

When you are exposed to a last namesake for so long, that namesakes lasting multi-generational epigenetics of stored traumas become your life and reality.  At a young age, not knowing better, you excuse the trauma and normalize their place in your life. I am no longer at that young and idealistic age that is able to excuse the unspoken but real traumas of my last namesake.  I...

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Just Add Color

I suppose we can suppose there are chapters to every life lived and given, some more subtle than others.  Me?  I'd like to deem I burst open new pages with an urgency to seek out what is beneath. As such, I am drawing my White Tantra Kundalini practice of years inward from clothing worn outward and breathing colors into my life after 4 years of doing very extensive spiritual...

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Story

More stations, deviations, contemplations that have no conclusive end So I walk back to see if there ever was a begin To see if anything was ever plugged in Benign it feels strained, pained, drained to the dripping drop What was the reality of everything I was taught? Who am I? What is this? What is needed to grow? Which way shall this flow? I smash the radio cause the stations don't seem to conclude The...

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White Tantra: Energy Movement for the Sacred Sexual Soul

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a life lived

infinite beings in finite bodies cry infant wet tears torn to bare that is born worn from visions shattered scattered into the winds dreams deemed tares of what ifs could haves may beens bent around latched door conundrums  the key is not the expectation rather the realization that what was what is and will be shall be symbols of the story  book ends to to ends begin to begin to give definition...

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( ( ( Life to Life ) ) )

When I had 'awakened' into this particular plane of perception I was 'dead' for over 133 years since the last awakening, had 'died' in 16 other bodies, (9 male, 7 female) lived in 93 homes, (spanning over 12,000 miles) held innumerable archetypes, (ranging from stay at home mother to civil war liberation fighter) been through 38 religions (saved 13 times) and midway through it all experienced life...

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Divine Love conquers Cultural Classism

Nature is spoken of. Nurture is spoken of. Racism is spoken of. Sexism is spoken of. Are you aware of the Ures and Ism's that are unspoken, responsible for all the disharmony in our lives, the root of all of our problems, but are not often addressed? I am speaking of culture and classism, or cultural classism. Culture classism, throughout humanities history is what has resulted in the imbalance...

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Strength Based Narrative

What is the story of you?  Are you the protagonist or the antagonist?  Perhaps a little of both, a mixed match of a little of this or that? Me?  I'm a multi-faceted explorer in body akin to an astronauts space suite made of flesh and bone.  My story, like yours is unique, a life only worthy to be led by I, alone with a supporting cast of characters, family, friends and strangers...

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Your heart is a muscle the size of your fist...

"Your heart is a muscle the size of your fist, Keep on loving. Keep on fighting. And hold on, hold on, Hold on for your life." - Ramshackle Glory Lyrics:Dalia never showed me nothing but kindnessShe would say: “I know how sad you get."And some days, I still get that wayBut it gets betterIt gets betterIt gets betterSweetie, it gets better, I promise youAnd she'd tell meYour heart is a...

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I Have Love

I used to believe that I was forced into acting a a certain way in efforts to survive, become and be.Indeed, even this space, Healmonics in its beginnings became a testament of me attempting to form myself around what I thought to be 'professional'.However,  the more I explore the workings of life, the more I realize that authenticity and love are needed more than ever in the work environment...

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I Need Love

I AM asking those that read this to send their warming thoughts, meditative hearts, fasts, candle lighting and prayers towards the next deliverance in my journey wherever that journey may take me. TO ALLOW fear to pass through my being that love may fill the void that fear once had held. IF 2017 has taught me anything it is that deliverance happens for all of my circumstances by the larger...

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